Public reflection, unhurried.

I haven't been to church in four years. I don't miss Sundays. I don't miss the politics. I don't miss pretending. But this morning I was making coffee and I caught myself humming Be Thou My Vision and it undid me for tw...

I've been asked this three times in the last month — by a Jesuit I respect, a Zen teacher I respect, and my own wife. All three answered differently. All three were kind about it. I can't tell whether that's comforting...